I Got A Broken Face

Touch football, you figure, what’s the worst that can happen? Maybe you jam your finger on a mishandled spiral? It was a pre-thanksgiving two on two run around in the park sunshiny day. We were down by a touchdown trying to hold the other team on the goal line so we could tie up the game.  I had the bright idea of standing in the opposing receiver’s way. I figured I would obstruct him from getting into the end zone, but then THWACK! Did he just throw a punch at my nose? That’s what it felt like. Stars and cuckoo birds circled my head. I fell down to the ground because I had no idea how else to react. But then I felt my face and a red gooey liquid was on my fingers. I touched my nose. It reminded me of shaking a burnt out lightbulb.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Fortunately I was wearing a red shirt. I was glad there was no mirror in the park’s public restroom. I did not want to see what grotesque shape my face was in. I rolled up toilet paper and jammed it in my nostril to stop the never ending stream.

Other players came. I tried to continue playing, but any time I ran more blood came dripping out. They reenacted for me what happened. It was not the receiver’s fist that slammed my face, it was his elbow.

I sat on the sidelines in the shade next to one of the player’s six year old son. The kid started telling me a great prank to pull on people. “You put a fake dinosaur in the refrigerator and when they open it, you make scary dinosaur noises.”

“You know what’s an even better prank?”

“What?”

“You put a real dinosaur in the fridge.” The kid lost it. He was laughing so hard he did a somersault which cheered me up.

I tried to get in a Thanksgiving state of mind and be grateful I didn’t lose any teeth. Maybe this injury wouldn’t be so bad. I remembered one time I had a black eye for a couple weeks. I swear to God I’d never been so lucky with the ladies. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I doubt it. The black eye made me look dangerous and like a loser, two qualities women always look for in men. If I broke my nose I’d have two black eyes. That would mean twice the women.

I walked to my car disappointed to see no swelling. I was just another blood stained shmoe with toilet paper up his nose.

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4 thoughts on “I Got A Broken Face

  1. this post is very disappointing. i feel like your many seasons as a fill-in for the mighty ligers of the FASports flag football league have taught you nothing.

    remember 2 things: pain is weakness leaving your body and blood is just red sweat.

  2. If there had been a mirror to look into you might have seen my face looking back, because I had a nearly identical experience! Turkey Bowl, two-hand touch, grotesquely swollen upper lip and nose!

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